"But I remember you could only choose between being crows and being human, right?"
Elsa asked in confusion.
When Dorothea used [Frenzied Crow Assault], she could no longer maintain her human form-at least not yet. She couldn't manage both.
"How did you cook in the kitchen in crow form?" Elsa's gaze sharpened.
"Well... I held that Chef's Knife in my beak to cut the meat. Don't underestimate me. Every one of my crows has the strength of an ordinary adult!"
She proudly tugged at Elsa's hair.
"Besides, my cooking seems to taste better when I'm in crow form... That's what the other believers said."
Elsa: ?
She really hadn't known that.
To show her care for her little sister, Dorothea always cooked for her personally. Before eating, Elsa would secretly add a little honey and mix it in, which made it taste a little better.
Elsa hadn't given the matter much thought, assuming only that watching an animal performance in the canteen helped the believers ease the suffering of eating.
Tap, tap, tap.
A knock suddenly sounded at the office door.
Elsa hurriedly pulled her hand away from the crow and tried to look a little more serious. "Come in."
When she saw who it was, she paused. "Simon? Weren't you eating rocks in the warehouse?"
The visitor was none other than Maeve's older brother, Simon.
His face fell at her words.
Ever since gaining [Evolution] and [Heavy Armor], he had essentially said goodbye to a normal life.
Every day, he either ate iron, ate rocks, or went to the canteen for meals.
Once, after a hawk outside caught and killed one of Dorothea's crows, she had even brought the crow's corpse over and asked whether he wanted a bite or two.
It was hard to imagine the shock Simon